I recently found out that an old school friend ended her own life a couple of weeks ago. I hadn’t seen her for years but we had mutual friends and shared some good times in our early twenties.
Without going into details, it was a fairly violent death yet she appeared happy on social media just the week before, posting about a new job and planned move closer to our home town and her family. It is such a cliché but she really did light up the room and was a very kind and caring person.
I feel so incredibly sad. But I feel like such a grief vulture for feeling this way, given that we weren’t close. I will be going about my day and then remember she is dead and it’s like the bottom has fallen out of my world. Her death is the last thing I think about when I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up. What’s wrong with me? Does this feeling get better? Would it help if I knew more about what led her to make her decision?